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I stroke him faster, and he comes with a sound against my lips, spilling over my knuckles while his grip on my throat goes tight enough that stars burst across my vision. I ease my hand away only when he twitches from oversensitivity. Then I lift my wet fingers between us, hold his gaze, and lick them clean. He watches me, fascinated.

I loosen the belt from his neck and kiss the red line it left.

“Still not mine?”

He swallows, panting, hand still resting at my throat. “Stay away from her,” he says.

I smile. “Yes, my prince.”

I don’t give him time to recover. I ease him onto the ground, and the second his legs start working again, I turn him, walk him two steps, and fold him over the desk shoved against the far wall.

“Wait—what are you—”

The belt comes off my hand and I loop it once around my fist, then bring the leather down across his ass. “That’s for taking so long to come find me, baby.”

He tries to push up, but I plant a hand between his shoulders and keep him there.

“Now let’s try again. Did you miss me?”

“In your fucking dr—”

Smack, and his sentence dies. He’s already hard again. I can see it when I drag his pants the rest of the way down his thighs. Needy little thing. Violent mouth. Shaking legs.

I drag two fingers through the mess still on him from a minute ago, then lower, circling his hole until he twitches.

“Kento.” It comes out thinner now. “Don’t you dare tease.”

I push one finger in, and he chokes on a sound while he drops his forehead to the desk. I work him open, then add a second, crooking them until his hips kick back onto my hand. I fucking love being inside him, but I’d much rather be claiming that privilege with my cock.

“More.”

“Did you miss me?”

“Go to hell.”

Smack.

He moans so loud I have to drop the belt and clamp my hand over his mouth.

He bites my palm, but I grin and give him a third finger.

“Please,” he gasps when I take my hand off his mouth. Then, furious at himself, “Don’t you stop. If you stop, I’ll—”

“You’ll what?” I fuck him on my fingers. “Ignore me? Break more of my pencils?” I curl them hard. “You already did all that. Look where it got you.”

He shoves back onto my hand, chasing it. “Harder.”

I give it to him. Then I take the raspberry lollipop from my pocket with my free hand, unwrap it with my teeth, and press the hard candy against his lips.

“Open.”

He does, wrecked enough not to argue. I push it onto his tongue, then lean over his back. “Suck.”

He does that too. He’s actually so obedient when he’s under me. I should probably enjoy this while it lasts, because the second he gets up, he’ll undoubtedly resume threatening my life.

While he’s busy moaning around that lolly, he doesn’t notice my hand slipping to the waistband still tangled around his thighs.

I find the knife there. My little prince never walks into a room unarmed. I ease it free while my mouth stays at his ear.